I have been in South Africa for 12 weeks nearly now and I’ve been trying to think of a way that I can express how my feelings towards this country are as there are so many things to talk about both positively and negatively so I think a good old fashioned letter may well do … Continue reading Dear South Africa……….
I was told growing up that many things will test you and your family as you yourself grow older and that because of that life becomes invariably tougher. ‘Don’t wish your life away’ I was told metronomically by my Mum and Dad as a kid and lo and behold, 35 years on, how I wished … Continue reading It’s A Family Affair
It’s exactly two months to the day that Mikaela and I jumped on that plane from Heathrow with our beautiful girls to Cape Town and what a rollercoaster of a journey it has been so far. We’ve gone from two minute noodles that required a kettle to be cooked to three course meals on our … Continue reading The Good, The Bad and The Ugly
The world of medicine simply baffles me. You can get a new heart, lungs and kidneys sewn into you and you can even have parts of your body replaced in the space of a few hours yet no one in the world has come up with a tonic for homesickness yet! Travel sickness, motion … Continue reading Is There a Cure for Homesickness?
Rugby has and always will be king in any household that I live in but growing up my poor mother had to deal with it 24/7. If it wasn’t the Five Nations, it was Rugby Special on a Sunday and if it wasn’t a home mini rugby game it was a three hour round … Continue reading The 21 Year wait to Fulfil a British and Irish Lions Pilgrimage and Make Dad Proud
There have been three fairly stock questions that I get asked from friends and family on Whatsapp and on the phone since we arrived in South Africa just over 6 weeks ago and they are generally in this precise order: How is Mikaela coping with living in her Mom’s house? How are the kids settling … Continue reading Mr. Mary-Anne
The magic of Christmas was probably lost on me by the age of 12 or 13 when I came downstairs one night to find Father Christmas munching through our sacred box of Quality Street rather than the stale Mince Pie and Milk we had left for him. I had never forgiven him for that until … Continue reading Cometh the Hour, Cometh the Container